Light set his bag on a bunk among others. The room was a standard dorm room with six bunks, three on each side of the room, each bunk having its own desk, armoire and chest at the foot of the bed. Modern Victorian in style, which didn't surprise him given the school's reputation. It appears he's the first of his new roommates to arrive. Light unpacked his bags, hung his school new school uniform.

As he unpacked his belongings, a boy with bright white hair came in and stared at him momentarily. Light had chosen then bed closest to the bathroom, the other boy, on the other hand, picked the bed closest to the door. He went about silently unpacking his things without saying a word to Light, which wasn't minded. "At least he keeps to himself." Light thought to himself with a smirk. "Hopefully, the rest will be that way."

Stoney Brook Boarding School. It was three hours north of London and miles from any small town. The campus was huge, brilliant green grass and a distinct fog. Light had noticed the fog once they entered the countryside. Though, anxious to be away from home, England might have been a little too far from home. Excited to meet his roommates, the only people in the world applying for the school that supposedly matched his intellect. Light walked over to the new comer and gave him a charming smile, holding his hand out. "Hi, I'm Light Yagami."

The boy never glanced back at him, "Nate, Nate Rivers."

Light started to withdraw his hand before it was grasped firmly, "Mihael, just call me Mello. So, you're from Japan? I'm only guessing by the name. Supposedly, were the brightest of our generation."

Light smiled relieved at the blonde's actions and returned the handshake. "Supposedly." He looked over the young boy, who had icy blue eyes and wore mostly leather. "Well, beggars can't be choosers, I'll have to make nice with the guys here if I want to have an easier time here." He thought behind a pleasant smile.

Mello threw his stuff on the bed across from Light. "Supposedly we're all from different countries, I'm from Germany, you're from Japan… Jeez, all we need now is a fucking Russian…" He laughed, "Hey! Albino! You ain't from Russia are you?"

Nate looked up and grimaced, "As a matter of fact… No. I'm Swedish."

Mello snapped his fingers, "There goes my history reference…"

Nate smirked, "But, I am half Russian…"

Mello pumped his arms, "Fuck yeah! WWII!"

Light smirked uncomfortably, "Well, at least he's trying to break tension…" The hair on the back of his neck stood when another young man walked behind him.

Mello looked up from his stuff and eyed the man who set his stuff on the bed next to him, "You the American?"

The boy with messy onyx hair nodded slowly and took a long drag off his lit cigarette, "How'd you guess?"

Mello shrugged, "The way you carry yourself. And you walked through a dorm with a lit cigarette… If my assessment is correct before meeting anyone, you're a trouble maker." Mello grinned and snatched his cigarette taking a deep hit of it and handed it back, "We'll get along flawlessly, if it's true."

The boy smirked and looked at Light, his brilliant red eyes studied him for a moment. Light felt a lump in his throat, but put forth a smile regardless. He arched an eyebrow and smiled back, "My original judgement of you was incorrect. Come here, talk to me. You're the second highest scorer right?"

Light sat on his bed and shook his head, "Tied."

He turned around and brushed the hair from his face and smiled, "That makes me second then. My name is Beyond, you?"

Light chuckled, "Light." He smiled slightly and thought to himself, "For some reason, I like him. Maybe because he's so casual… Or, maybe because he's a mystery. I guess I'll figure that out."

Another boy came in holding a map up, "Fucking finally. This place is a goddamned maze." A boy with fiery red hair sat his things on the bed next to Light and started setting up immediately. Light glanced over to Beyond and Mello who were grinning at each other.

Beyond turned around and started unpacking after flicking the cigarette out of the third story window. Mello cleared his throat, "Hey! What's your name?"

The red head hung his head, "Call me, Matt."

Mello frowned slightly, "What's your real name though, mines Mihael… Everyone calls me Mello…"

He turned around and moved his orange goggles, "Mail…"

Nate looked up from a book from his bed, "Saturdays."

The red head shook his head, "That's my name."

Beyond stopped and stared at him, "Join the weird name group. Don't be ashamed, but would you rather be called Matt?"

The boy nodded, "I hate my real name."

Beyond smirked, "Matt it is. I'm Beyond, the handsome stranger next to you is Light, and that weirdo on the other side of me is Nate."

Nate gave him a critical stare, "I'm not a weirdo…"

Beyond chuckled, "Sure you are. We all tied for top score on the hardest boarding schools entrance exam. Don't worry about it. We're all weird in our own ways." Beyond winked at Matt and turned to his things.

Matt blinked a couple of times and chuckled, blushing slightly, "Forward much?"

Light shrugged, "He's American."

Matt nodded, "Makes sense. I'm from Ireland."

A haunched figure stood in the doorway and silently shuffled to the other bed closets to the door and silently set his single bag on the bed, he pulled his laptop out and hung his school uniforms. He put a minimal amount of clothes in the chest at the end of the bed and said nothing to anyone.

Mello opened his mouth to talk and the boy raised his hand up towards him, "L. I'm English. As in British. I'm not here to make friends. And before you ask, yes. L is my full and first name."

All the boys blinked at each other and went back amongst their unpacking.